She just ingested the sweet substance of this man’s procreative fluid, and even licked her lips to make sure that she caught it all and let him know...that savored it. Olaf lay there quite limp for a second, as she had drained his scrotum for the moment, and then, without warning, his new British girlfriend began stripping totally naked. As she removed several articles of clothing in minutes, Olaf’s cock began to swell again, and she certainly noticed the rise that she was quite literally getting. And above them ... nothing. With a start, Irealised that I was looking straight up at her naked, shaved pussy.Her chuckle tugged my gaze up to her face. "Bet you weren't expectingthat, were you?" she said, peering down at my helpless figure. She madea gesture and I saw that she was holding some kind of long stick -perhaps a riding crop? - with a silver tip on the end. As I watched inhorrified fascination she moved the tip down so that it rested lightlyon the barely noticeable bulge in my. Turning, Shanna saw a teen girl walking up the riverbank towards her, an older woman in a faded blue dress turning away. Ah. That had been Ruta's mother. No wonder the tone had been recognizable. The teen, though, was a stranger. A slim thing, with red hair falling down her back, wet from a recent dunking. Her dress was purple, tied with a green rope at the waist, skin as white as any Shanna had ever seen. She would have guessed Irish, if asked to classify the girl, but all Whites looked the. He was a man of sharp contrasts and seeming great contradictions. He had the bearing of unconscious nobility, a modern version of Julius Caesar. Many were immediately attracted to his aura of strength and craggy masculinity. More than a few women wanted to sample it. He was unaware of it all, as well as indifferent.Right on the stroke of ten, the front doors of the church closed and the minister strode up onto the podium. He took his place and without further ado, bent his head and offered a.